User blog comment:Biggren/The Silvir Conquest/@comment-7207319-20150205195037/@comment-3135907-20150407154955

The King's hooded, tired eyes showed a general boredom with the world as he finished the pastie and accepted a crystal goblet filled with deep reddish-purple wine. He sipped slowly, then wiped his lips on an embroidered, lace-trimmed silken napkin. "Ah, the toads. Useless blighters. That's why we stay underground, you know. No sense in going back up, friends. Stay here, as long as you like."